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OOC: Xodius, you can't post my actions. IC: A question crossed Torment's mind. What did he possibly think he could gain by attacking me? This time, he sent a stream of yellow Sith lightning at his apprentice. He held his right arm in the air, with Darth Anguish suspended helplessly above him. The air was cackling and Torment looked straight into his apprentice's eyes. The same cries of agony were audible again. "What do you think you are doing?! You are my apprentice, but that does not mean you are not expendable. Know this - if you try that again, I will kill you in a heartbeat." By that time, Anguish was on the verge of unconciousness. With a snap of his wrist, Lord Torment sent his apprentice hammered into the cave wall. Torment walked away soon after.

At last, the assault halted, as Xodius lay on the ground exhausted. Torment towered over him, his expression showing no forgiveness or praise, it was simply...indifferent. "Rise, my apprentice. From this day forward, you are a Sith, nothing else. You will follow me in the glorious Sith tradition, and you will carry on its legacy. One day, you will train your own apprentice, and you will continue to pass on the Sith ideal..the ideal of power and dominance. You are Darth Anguish. All traces of your previous identity will be erased. You will serve the Sith Order." Lord Torment turned and walked away, leaving Anguish to his own thoughts.

The large boulder was soon inches off the ground, floating in midair. Torment noticed his apprentice, his eyes closed shut with determination. He sent another jolt of pain course through his apprentice's body, which nearly toppled him over and interrupted his concentration. He kept this on for a long period of time as his apprentice's screams of agony drew on into the night.

Torment walked over to his apprentice and crouched over him. "You are forcing yourself too much and you are not using the power of the Force. Feel your anger, your rage, use it." Torment spun away from him and sent a jolt of pain through Xodius' body, causing him to throw up a pool of blood. He layed sprawled across the floor, groaning. "Pain is the trackmaster of life. It teaches, it disciplines, it hardens the mind, the soul, the body... There is no pain where strength lies. Say it."

OOC: Oh there is? My bad, sorry SoP. IC: "Absorb your anger, my apprentice. Use your anger, do not contain it. Feel your rage and form it into a compact ball. Now....lift this rock."

OOC: There is no slaves on this planet or other buildings. That was just a childish post on your part, SoP.

"Oh? Well, your proclaimed father is dead. The true ruler of this system, Lord Darth Mortis Diabolus is now in control of the planet." Torment turns back to his apprentice and drops the levitated boulder. "Now, lift this rock."

In the large training room of the palace, Torment stood overlooking Xodius. He glanced at him and spoke while levitating a large boulder. "The Force....an all-encompassing driving power influences the destiny of the Galaxy. An energy field generated by all living things, the Force surrounds and penetrates everything, binding the galaxy together. Universal balance - life and death, creation and destruction - is reflected in the Force, and thus is reflected from the Force back into the Galaxy at large. The Force, for all the mystery and the power it provides, is as much a part of the natural order as suns and planets and Life itself. To define the nature of the Force entirely is impossible." Torment paused for a moment continued, "Certain beings are attuned to the Force. They can feel it flowing through them and can manipulate it to a greater or lesser degree. Some can even manipulate the Force to gain supernatural powers........The Jedi saw the Force as an end in itself; the Sith knew that it was a means to an end. And that end was Power."

Lord Torment looked ahead at Xodius. He sighed slightly, though a look of amusement crossed his face. As Xodius ran back, Torment used the Force to take the Sith sword from his apprentice's hands. With little power, he broke the crude weapon in two. He turned around, leaving the sword's pieces lying on the ground.

"Yes? And what do you need me of?" Turning back towards Xodius, he reached down and helped him to his feet. Apparently, the temporary blindness only lasted a minute or so. "Young one, your very soul burns with hatred and lust. You are my apprentice from now on. You are my instrument." With that, Torment walks away, followed closely by Xodius.

Lord Torment looked down upon the newcomer, he allowed himself to smile inwardly. It was apparent that he would want to be trained. "So you wish to be trained in the Sith Arts. How may you prove your worthiness?"

Lord Torment had also felt the new presence. It was full of fear, though it held anger and rage. He walked down from the fortress and met the being. Torment eyed him closely and waited for him to speak.

Aboard the battered sentinel shuttle, Darth Torment was piloting the ship back to Byss. Lord Diabolus was still lying unconcious on the ship deck, with numerous flesh wounds carved into his body. Torment looked down at the Dark Lord, and felt awkward at the sight. One of such power and dominance, wounded on the floor, beneath me... The ship soon landed near the massive ocean that made most of the planet. Darth Torment walked out, without a slight limp in his step. Apparently, his wound has almost completely healed. He turned around and headed towards the dark blue water that spread across the horizon. Torment walked to the water's edge and began reciting ancient text. Suddenly there was a rippling in the water, the sound of waterfalls were loudly audible, and the earth began to shake. As he finished mouthing the last words, the dark fortress surged out of the water, hundreds of meters into the air. A giant tidal wave headed towards the beach and Torment sprinted away to avoid the enormous blow. The fortress was a marvellous sight and Torment could not help but admire. An island was formed around the fortress and a land route connected the island to the mainland. When summoned, the water could pass through the passageway, rendering land transportation to the fortress impossible.

Darth Torment slowly began to recover his senses. The first thing he felt as he awakened was the seering pain burning across his abdomen. He looked down and noticed the gaping length of his wound. What happened?? Despite the pain, he managed to struggle to his feet, and took sight of his surroundings. The ship was in the middle of nowhere.

Slowly regaining back his senses, Torment began to rise from his feet. He looked around and no one was there. Confused, he became wary of some tricks that DMD may pull. Suddenly, he felt a presence nearby and immediately reactivated his lightsaber. Out of nowhere, Diabolous sprung, Sith sword held high. Torment tried to step back but it was too late, the blade cut deep across his midsection. Blood immediately started spewing out from both the wound and his mouth. There is no pain where strength lies... He layed sprawled across the ground, beneath DMD, beneath his power. Robes soaked with blood, Torment awaited the killing blow. The sudden shock and pain, and then....the emptiness.

Splinters of ash and dust was all Torment could see and pain was all he could have felt. He closed his eyelids, but the fragments cut through his cornea anyway. He was growing weary and knew that he would soon pass out. I should not have thought, I should not have underestimated. With the last reserves of his strength, he held on to his wafting lightsaber and deactivated it. He freed his right hand and sent streams of streams of white lightning, unrelentless at its target. DMD was blown callously from the attack and fell four meters back. Thwarted from its control, the swirling storm finally stopped and both men lied unconcious on the hard earth.

But Torment retracted impossibly fast, and the sword that would have been pierced through his chest was now stuck on the rough ground. Seeing that DMD's sword was still vertical on the hard terrain, Torment regained his balance as quickly as possible and struck his blade in a wide arch, one that DMD barely managed to block. Twirling away, he parried another strike from DMD's sword and pinned down his blade. In a struggle of strength and power, he locked his gaze into the dark pupils of his opponent. Lord Diabolous is not as powerful as I have thought....he can be defeated. And I WILL be the one who will see to that.

I have been waiting for this moment....I have been waiting to demonstrate my skills and power, I have been waiting for an opponent like Diabolous. For honor, I will accept. "I accept, my Lord." Darth Torment takes a step back and the lightsaber on his belt clip suddenly disappeared. In his gloved hands was the dual-bladed lightsaber, two crimson blades of death protruded instantly from both sides. Diabolous himself had retrieved his Sith sword, and the two men circled each other waiting for the other to make the first move. It was Torment who did, at last. He sprung at the scarred form of DMD, striking at his head.

In the emptiness of space, a starship suddenly becomes visible and soon lands on the dark planet of Korriban. From the ship, Darth Torment and Lord Diabolous strode out of the landing ramp. Torment inhales deeply and turns towards DMD. "I feel the power of the Dark Side coursing through me. It is a good choice to continue to strengthen our power here."

wrong thread...

So what will you do Torment? Will you return to the temple or stay and help me? It was not even a question on Torment's mind, he had already pledged not to return to the Temple. He had experience annewed power, and he was not prepared to relinquish it. "Lord Diabolous, I will not go back, I will stay here. I shall see to this new rogue Jedi faction and recruit as many as possible to increase our power." With that, Darth Torment strode away to his ship.

Darth Torment looked into the night sky as he sees a small speck of light that was Heretic's ship. He walked towards DMD and kneeled before him. "My Lord, what is thy bidding?"

Somehow, somewhere, the dark power of this force had awoken another. Amid the dark shadows, Lord Torment's eyes snap open. It's time.

Lord Torment appeared from the dark shadows and greeted DMD. "Lord Diabolous, the nuisance known as Smash Diasaku has been eliminated. The Black Sun organization would be in disarray for quite some time."

In the dark corridors of the enormous palace, a hooded man walked by. A smirk appeared on his face as he left for the hangar bays of the edifice. Soon enough, a Sith Infiltrator zoomed across the dark skies.